The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 195: They Strike Back!

The black car raced down the dark and empty road, headlights slicing through the heavy gloom like a surgeon’s scalpel. Inside, Fabio had one hand on the steering wheel and the other tapping rhythmically. He wore a cocky grin, the kind that comes from feeling like you’re on top of the world as if he just hit the jackpot. Meanwhile, in the back seat, Eduardo lay freely on the chair, unable to move, not even his finger.

Eduardo slowly blinked his eyes open, but the world around him was a blur. His head felt foggy as if it were stuffed with cotton. His hands felt numb, lifeless from whatever drug Fabio had pumped into him. Though his body was weak and unresponsive, his mind was still alive, racing with questions.

’Where am I? What happened? Why can’t I move? No wait, where is Marcy?’

He squeezed his eyes tight, trying to shake off the haze. Above him, the bright highway signs zipped by as they went speeding along. Fabio took a quick glance back at him through the rearview mirror, clearly amused.

"Look who’s awake! You’re tougher than I thought, sweetheart. Seems like your body is used to the drug I used. But hey, don’t get too excited. That drug is still doing its thing since it’s super strong," he said with a smirk.

Eduardo clenched his jaw, refusing to give Fabio the satisfaction of a response. He could feel the steady rhythm of his breath, although it was still shallow.

"You should’ve listened to me, Eddy," Fabio continued, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "You decided to go back to Marcello, someone you spent just a few months with. I fucking grew up with you, even if it was just for a few years. If that cunning woman, may her soul perish in hell, hadn’t separated us, we would have been stuck together. But still, all that loyalty for what? Who? Him? He couldn’t protect you when it mattered." He adjusted the radio and glanced back again, a malevolent gleam in his eyes. "Oh, and by the way, he’s dead. I’m just reminding you because you seemed out of it when I killed him. I put a bullet right through his chest. And he dropped like a sack of potatoes."

A flicker of movement shot through Eduardo’s fingers.

"I’m taking you back to Russia," Fabio went on, his grin widening. "Safe for me, at least. Once we get there, I’ll tie you up and put you in a cage so you’ll be on display just for me."

That was it; a pulse of cold fury ignited in Eduardo’s chest. His fingers curled, slowly starting to regain their strength. He quickly studied how Fabio was sitting, the distance between them, and the angle of his seat. Slumping over, he feigned grogginess, tilting his head to one side as if he were going back to sleep.

Fabio, oblivious to Eduardo’s game, returned his focus to the road ahead.

This was it.

In one swift motion, Eduardo lunged forward, propelling his hands around Fabio’s neck, squeezing with all his might. The car swerved violently.

"What the—!" Fabio gasped, fighting to maintain control of the wheel, his other hand flailing at Eduardo’s arms. The tyres screeched as they veered off the road, spinning out of control. Fueled by rage and desperation, Eduardo didn’t loosen his grip.

Then they collided with the guardrail. The impact was terrifying—the car flipped over once, then twice, crashing onto its side with a bone-rattling thud.

Silence fell, broken only by the hiss of smoke escaping from the crumpled hood. The windshield lay shattered, and blood streaked the dashboard.

Groaning, Eduardo was the first to stir. He coughed violently, pushing himself through the broken window despite the sharp glass cutting into his palms and side. His left arm felt twisted, but he forced himself to move; he had to make it out alive.

He glanced back at Fabio, who was slumped in his seat, blood trickling down his forehead where he had hit the steering wheel. Despite his wounds, he was alive, and he looked furious.

Fabio groaned, pushing himself upright and holding his bleeding head.

"You little—! I should’ve tied you up before you left!" he yelled, voice hoarse as he clambered out of the car and stumbled around to the trunk. He started rifling through it, finally pulling out a heavy metal rod, sharp at one end and stained with rust.

Eduardo took a few shaky crawls backwards, heart pounding.

Fabio held the rod tightly, blood drenching his hands. Two fingers looked broken, bent at unnatural angles, but that didn’t stop him. He raised the weapon, eyes blazing with fury.

"If I can’t take you with me, I’ll break your legs and drag you!"

Eduardo didn’t flinch. He remained on the floor where he was, unable to lift himself up. He was still feeling weak from the impact of the crash and also, the drug.

Just as Fabio said, this one is strong and different from APHRO-16.

Suddenly, Fabio charged at him, then...

BANG!

The rod flew from his hands, clattering to the ground. Fabio howled as he fell, blood spurting from his mangled fingers. The gun smoke hung in the air like a thick fog.

Maya stepped out from behind the trees, lowering her weapon.

"Touch him again, and next time, I won’t miss." Behind her, David, Alessandro, Nikolai, and Maria formed a tight circle around Fabio, weapons drawn and ready.

Fabio’s eyes widened with panic.

David raised his pistol, a steady look in his eyes. "Surprised? You shouldn’t be. Did you really think you were the only one in this mess? You forgot about me,"

"You..." Fabio hissed, clutching his wounded hand. "You betrayed me."

"No, I betrayed no one. At first, I wasn’t in cohort with you," David snapped back.

Fabio’s face twisted in pain and disbelief as he looked around at the cold stares directed his way.

"Where’s Marcello?"

"Dead," David replied, his expression hard as stone.

Fabio shook his head in disbelief, blood still soaking his shirt. His vision was blurring from the crash, and he realized he was surrounded with no way out. Backing away slowly, he tried to salvage what little ground he had left.

"You won’t shoot me. You still need me..."

"I don’t care," Maya cut in flatly. "You won’t be able to do much with those busted fingers of yours. Just step away from Eduardo and do it fast!"

Eduardo, as if unable to hold himself up anymore, slumped back.

"I’ve got you, Eddy," David said urgently, rushing to his side. "You’re safe now."

Maya kept her eyes locked on Fabio.

"Let’s get out of here before more trouble shows up." She said, still holding her weapon.

"Don’t think this is over, David," he said.

David turned back and with a grin on his face, he replied...

"Of course, this isn’t over. It’s not over till one of us is down,"